Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design
To escape from her charms and to drown them in wine.
I try'd it but found when I came to depart,
The wine in my head but love still in my heart.
I repaired to my reason and intreated her aid
She paus'd on my case and each circumstance weigh'd
Then gravely pronounced return to my pray'r
That Hebe was fairest where thousands were fair.
That's a truth I reply'd I've no need to be taught.
I came here for council to find out a fault.
If that's all quoth reason return as you came
To find fault with Hebe would forfeit my name.
Clio and Euterpe, or British Harmony, Vol 1, 1758.
Early American Secular Music and Its European Sources 1589-1839